It is because of some lying scheming female named Allison that I barely get to see my brother anymore. It’s like once or twice a year if I’m lucky. It all started a year ago when my brother Benji started sophomore year and I started my freshmen year of high school. This girl named Allison transferred in to our school from out of the district so no one really knew much about her. She and my brother started hanging out a lot and then they decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Allison was always babysitting her little one-year-old brother Jose, like every day! She would bring him with her when she came to our house or Benji would have to go over there because Jose was napping so she couldn’t leave. Everything seemed okay for a while, then my brother started getting weird phone calls on his cell. It was some guy who was just yelling and cursing and threatening to kick Benji’s ass. My parents had his number changed but the calls started up again a few days later. At that point, we were almost certain that it was someone he knew or a fried playing a joke, but it was so much worse.
One night Allison shows up at our house, crying and asking to speak to Benji. She told him that they needed to talk, and it was during this talk that Allison told him that the guy calling him everyday was Antonio, her ex-boyfriend. Then she dropped the bombshell: Jose was not her little brother, he was her son! Apparently, she had gotten pregnant at like 13, so her mom moved her to another city and acted as though the baby was her’s so Allison could have a normal high school experience. Antonio had stayed behind in Bay Ridge, about 2 hours north. He had gone to juvi for robbery and assault for 2 years. Now that he was getting out, he wanted to get back into Allison and Jose’s lives. She said that she had full custody of the baby and wanted nothing to do with Antonio. We thought everything would be okay. Then one day a group of guys jumped my brother after basketball practice. One of the guys kicked my brother in the face and told him he better leave his girl Allison alone or it would get worse. Benji’s jaw was dislocated, he had a cracked rib, and was in tons of pain. He stayed in the hospital for two weeks and Allison kept coming by and crying, and trying to involve herself in family discussions. Benji’s friend came by one day to tell him that Allison and Antonio had never broken up, and she had been talking to him and visiting him in jail the whole time she was with Benji. She just thought she wouldn’t get caught and could keep her lies straight. But this world is too small and Antonio’s cousin ended up being best friend’s with one of Benji’s good friends, and that’s how everything was found out and Benji got hurt.
My mom was so worried about Benji that she decided to send him to live with our grandparents in Hawaii! I was numb when they told me. We only visited them once a year, and they would fly out every now and then, so now I’d only be seeing my brother a few times a year?! I said that I wanted to go too, but my mom said that I was doing well in school and two teenagers would be too much for our grandparents, so I had to stay behind. I have never cried so hard than I did the day Benji left. To make things a million times worse, I saw Allison and Antonio hugged up and making out in the mall the next weekend. Guess she wasn’t too broken up over Benji moving away when she had her baby daddy back! I hate her, she took my brother from me all because she thought she was slick enough to slut around and not get caught.
This is the story of how my jerk of an ex-husband broke up with me!
We met two years ago and he was my everything. He would always do nice things for me like bring me flowers just because he “liked to see me smile.” It was great, and I fell totally in love with him. I knew he was the one I wanted to be with forever.
A few weeks into the relationship we said I love you to each other and it felt great to be with him, and I was ready for the next step even though it was so early. After a few months of waiting, I was getting impatient, so I started dropping heavy hints about marriage, like looking through bridal magazines and stuff. He noticed and would kind of laugh it off, which upset me because I was serious and ready, and he didn’t seem committed at that point because he wasn’t taking the hint.
After a while of “planting the seed” I was making some progress. He was still a complete gentleman to me at this point. Well a couple months later, he proposed, and I said yes. I was so happy at this point and since I had been kind of planning the wedding for a while anyway, we were able to get married in about five months since we found a great place on short notice and I already had a dress in mind that I tried on and liked.
Then his family started getting on my nerves at first. They would tell him it’s too soon and that he should wait. It’s not their place to say when HE gets married, so that bothered me. I told him he shouldn’t listen to them and he got a little upset “because they’re family.” But I told him they were wrong and said if he doesn’t want to marry me just leave now, and he finally came around and saw my side of the story.
Well the wedding happened and it was great. We had a small ceremony with our family and a few friends, and we moved into his apartment (I was already staying there most of the time anyway).
But that’s when things REALLY started to get bad. I always told him I wanted a family and he said he did too. So once we were married I started dropping hints about having kids (it worked for marriage, so why not for kids?). He kept saying it’s too soon, kids are expensive, blah blah blah. I told him he needed to figure out what’s important to him, and reminded him he said he wanted a family, and what difference does it make when we have our first kid? So I was pretty annoyed that he didn’t want to have a kid right away.
Well, things only got worse from there. I tried and tried to get him to try to have a kid but he wouldn’t, so I had to do what I could. So then before we would have sex I would secretly poke a tiny hole in the condom (which he ALWAYS wanted to wear) to try to get pregnant “accidentally.”
One night a few months into the marriage he saw what I was doing and I broke down crying, telling him he didn’t love me enough to have a family with me and how much he hurt me by lying about wanting kids. He got pretty upset and kept saying he wanted kids “but not right now.” Well I told him he needed to decide. He kept saying he wants them but not now, so I got upset and left and didn’t talk to him for a week.
Once my mind cleared a little, I went back to see if he changed his mind yet, hoping that me being away would help him see that I was right. Well guess what, when I got there, he had packed my stuff and said he wanted a divorce, and that his family was right. They said I was a crazy bitch who always gets her way. Now I’m feeling lonely and abandoned all because my jerk ex-husband and his insane family harassed me until he got brainwashed enough to break up with me. Ugh!
And this, my friends, is what all How I Was Dumped stories are turning into. Please stop submitting stupid-as-shit stories where you deserve what you got and you’re framing yourself as the victim when you’re clearly the bitch who deserves it. I don’t know the last time I saw a story where I actually felt for the OP … they’ve all been idiots. Gosh.
My first serious boyfriend and I start dating at 16 after being friends for 3 years. We went to the same school but it was a large school of 350 students in our grade and we were involved in different activities. When he asked me out on a date I was very hesitant. I knew I was attracted to him and I knew even at that young of an age( I’m 26 now) that once you cross that line into romantic love there is just no going back to friendship love. Well, I ended up agreeing to go out with him. We both fell hard fast and it got heavy fast. We experienced everything together emotionally & physically. I come from a poorer background and his family was extremely well off. We had been dating a little over a year and a half and I could tell his family was really getting tired of me being over at their house constantly and plus Blake was very hands on and not even slightly trying to hide it ( we were young!!) On top of his parents being well to do they were also deeply religious and didn’t care for my inappropriate jokes and being so mute towards religion. It just kept getting harder and harder senior year. He was prepping for an ivy league school and I was planning on going local community so I could do theater for a year. He was more & more distant due to his studying and one day he took me home and parked at the end of my driveway and proceeded to tell me while about to break down in tears, that he didn’t have time for a girlfriend and we were headed separate ways etc etc
He did this while sitting in his truck and not even looking me directly in the face the entire time which leads me to believe that was his parents doing not his own. I told him I was in love with him, I begged and pleaded for him to stay & he never looked at me and said softly I need to go At this point there were only 7 weeks left of school in which him and I didn’t speak one word to one another. When we graduated he hugged me kissed me on cheek while his mother grimaced in agony and told me that he loved me and always would and wished me luck. It stung. I recently saw him about 3 years ago. He’s married with two kids and has a great job. It sucks though because I’ve never loved anyone as much as I loved him & I never will .
I was kinda known as the slut on campus. I wasn’t. But after losing my virginity to an ass who told everyone; people just assumed. Things fell into place when I met this great dude. Not even my type but lust, low confidence, booze and bullsh!t “I love u’s” does a lot for some people. It was going great! We waited a bit for sex to see how devoted we were and when we did do it the sex was soo goooodddddd! That’s when the relationship became mostly sex. When a girl has sex a hormone is released to make her feel in love; the guy on the other hand just feels normal. With so much sex (in cars, beds, dirt… you name it.) You can only imagine How much love I was feeling! I love you Simm! I love you boo! I love you babe! I bought him a freaking teddy bear that said I love you! I just had to keep my cool though. I made certain for him to say I love you first, or I’d burn that damn bear so there’d never be a trace of my affectionate evidence. God willing, he told me he loved me. He said he cared about me and that he’d love me through anything. He says I mean soo much to him and I’m what makes him happy. With him it would be sweet caring xoxo’s all night. Awwwwww…. <3. Everything was perfect. I go out and buy loads of tight thongs and bodacious bras. I was planning two different dates for him. One was gonna be romantic and sweet to show him I care. The other was going to be more for me, full of lust and hot kinky passion. He tells me: “I’ll be over later babe. I love you” I get everything ready. I get ready. It’s been hours since he told me he’d be over. I finally text him. “Babbbbbeee u never showed.?” His response: Yeah. We gotta break up.”
This one is me doing the dumping, and overall it’s a ‘we were stupid when we were kids’ kind of story. Also – Mega-length warning! (But you will probably get a kick out of it.)
I was 15 and a friend of mine, let’s call her Sabrina, had been dropping strong hints that she like me. It came to a head one night close to Halloween while hanging out with 2 other friends, pseudonymed Sam and Shelly (Oddly, all 4 of our names did start with a phonic S sound…), and we ended up kissing. I threw on the breaks there because I was already dating someone (I know, stupid and cruel) and said I couldn’t do anything at all until I resolved it with the girl I was with. Well, we had only been dating maybe 3 months but breaking up with her got some folks annoyed with me, but I felt I had done ‘close enough’ to the right thing at any rate.
When we started dating it was going great. We had fun. Things started moving too fast though. In less than a week we were under each others clothes. I felt like it was too fast, but didn’t know any better so I figured this kind of reckless hormonal indulgence was normal. We spent every day together but it didn’t seem like we actually did much of anything apart from watching TV and ‘fooling around’.
A week into it the phone calls started. I had homework to do and wanted to spend more than ‘class time’ with Sam and Shelly, being friends and all, but she literally called me every day, the second I got home, and wanted to spend 2 hours on the phone at a time. As a guy, I hate the phone. I figured since we were dating that I somehow owed it to her, and relented, but it always just ended up being me listening to all sorts of inane crap with me muttering the occasional ‘uh-huh’ and waiting for a break in the endless barrage of chatter to say ‘Well, I gotta go.’ I felt smothered and like I had no privacy or freedom, like I was being forced to share a body with someone I had nothing in common with.
Still, I could have put up with this if it weren’t for 2 things: (1) Her family hated me (I made the mistake of beating her brother at a videogame, and, apparently, I was not ‘trashy looking’ enough for her mom) and they let me know it. (2) (I’ll try to put this as gently as possible) I was often left feeling humiliated because of her total ineptitude when it came to ‘social norms’ and ‘wit’. Don’t get me wrong, she was well intentioned, but all the good intent in the world doesn’t stop you making a spectacular fool of yourself (and your company). Once, she (accidentally, due to ignorance of slang) insinuated that she had a small penis and that I ‘wanted it’. She used the most awkwardly bad lines from movies with a straight faced expectation that it would be received as wit. I was uncomfortable… Often. People at school would give me weird, sympathetic looks when they found out we were dating. The relationship lasted 5 or 6 months.
Either way, I came to my senses and decided to end it. I manned-up and decided to do it in person, after school and in private to avoid embarrassing her or making a scene. It did not go well. She cried , and I tried to be sympathetic, but I made it clear it was over. She insisted on talking about it some more later, and I relented. I get home and am literally only there for 30 seconds before the phone rings. I sit down at the computer to surf the internet while she talks, this having become the norm while we were dating. Half an hour later I have a sore ear and am losing my patience. Five or six times she goes on about us being perfect together and how we need to ‘make it work’ (whatever THAT mean when you are in High School), and I keep saying ‘No, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to do this any more.’ Then comes more crying and she starts saying something about how much she has sacrificed for me and I break, I ask her “what have you sacrificed exactly?” IT was probably the only silent 10 seconds in that phone call, and she changed the subject and kept going on. We’re about 45 minutes into this and I set the phone down (not hang up) and start a game.
I kid you not, this is literally what happened: I play this game for 10 minutes at a time, pause to pick up the phone and say ‘yeah’ or ‘uh-huh’, and go back to my game. My mom comes in (she never liked her anyway) and (as this was the 90’s we had a house-line, no cell phones) asks what I’m doing. I say “breaking up with Sabrina”, then demonstrate by picking up the phone and going ‘yup’, then going back to my game. My mom says, with a smirk ‘Well, dinner is in an hour. You gunna make it?’, “I’ll try.”
The timer has run over the 2 hour mark (no joke) and I pick up the phone and interrupt her. I say “Sabrina, look, it just doesn’t feel right. I have to end it. If you ask me to keep going one more time I’m hanging up!” (The ‘Don’t end this special thing we have’ talk was the majority of the content… I’m guessing, there are those large blank spaces the video game mercifully provided.) I timed it. She talked 45 seconds about something else, and then said ‘We need to stay together’. I hung up.
15 seconds later the phone rings. My little brother goes to answer it. I tell him “If it’s for me, tell them I’m not here!!!”, Good little kid that he was, I hear him say ‘Yeah, He’s right here’ as he hands it to me. Thanks Bro. As soon as the phone is to my ear I hear a wailing scream “Why did you hang up on me?!?!” “You KNOW WHY!” I fire back. I admit I had a raised voice, I was out of patience. She talked at me another half hour and, somehow, we agreed to meet at Sam’s house in a half hour to talk more. Ug. Well, it’s Sam’s, and he had a PS2, so there was that. Dinner. Drive over. When I get there I see her car, and get the impression she has been there a while. (odd, but not ominous) Sam leaves us alone in the basement and the gist of it goes “I want you back!”, “Sorry, I really am, but no dice”, repeated 40 times or so. She has said her piece, and goes up-stairs. In retrospect this was obvious, at the time it was just odd, but they gave each-other a knowing look as they passed (more on that later).
Sam and I sit down to watch TV and he says “Why are you doing this?” I explain. Then he says “I just don’t know how you could let someone that special go like that.” Weird, ok. I tell him “If you want her, go for it. It’s just not for me is all.” He’s at a loss. She comes down for five more minutes of talk-at-me, and leaves. Sam and I play games.
About 6 months later, Sabrina is dating a guy Sam and 4 other friends hang out with. He’s our ‘college contact’ buddy at that point, and Sam is always weird about them dating. I don’t care. I’m relieved to be on the outside of the ‘social embarrassment’ and ‘super-clingy ‘situation! But our college-buddy looks happy, so I’m contented to just hang out. They don’t last more than 2 months.
2 years later Sam ‘comes clean’. He and Sabrina had a secret deal: Sam convinces me to date her and she convinces Shelly to date Sam. THAT’S why we met at his house and why he was on me about it! Also, she only dated College-buddy to try and make me jealous; because she was sure he would brag about his sexual favors. He did not, and she ended up getting slutty all over him just for him to not tell anyone (he told Sam about it about a year after they broke up), not that I would have cared if he had, because I had moved on completely. Also, Sam and Shelly never dated, Sabrina had never even suggested it to Shelly at all, the whole thing was a scam on Sam and I both.
I never blamed Sam for any of this, he’s a good guy, but I am SO glad I will never have to see Sabrina again!
I am deeply ashamed and embarrassed about a situation I found myself in a few years back. And while I am here, still working to pick up the pieces and get my life back together, so scumbag is out there in the world enjoying everything that I gave him. I had a bad fall 3 years ago and ended having to have 2 operations on my knee and ankle. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks and stuck in bed for another 6 months. My husband worked long hours and wad out on the road a lot, and I spent so much time by myself that I started going crazy! I was a 31-year old woman, who loved getting out and socializing, and here I was with minimal human contact, with the exception of visits and my husband being home. I had tried a bunch of different social networks, but since I was moving much, I never really had any photos to post or any exciting status updates to post. I was just as bored as I had been before I got online. I started exploring and checked out a few forums and chat rooms. I somehow landed on a dating site. I was hesitant about even registering because I was a married woman, but I figured that since I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, there was no reason I couldn’t have a little fun, right? I signed up, posted a few good looking pics of myself and added some basic info to my profile. Soon, I started getting all sorts of match notifications and messages from men all around the world. Some had such flattering things to say about me, and others just sent really disgusting sexual advances. Nevertheless, I loved all of the attention. It felt like I was filling a void. I started spending most of my free time on the site. Then one day I got a message from a man named Conrad. He was a doctor who traveled the world, volunteering his services to people without access to medical care. He said that he had found my profile intriguing and that I was beautiful. That same feeling that I had felt the first few days on the site came right back. I was checking my inbox every few minutes to see if he had written me. I was not only spending free time on the site now but also time that I should have spent doing my rehab exercises or working. My healing progress started to slow and I was making next to nothing, but none of it mattered because I couldn’t pull myself away from Conrad long enough to get anything done. It got worse and eventually I started hating the time that my husband was home because I could only log on the site when he was sleep or busy in the garage with something. I became really antsy and short with him, worried that Conrad might think I was blowing him off or something. I was so happy when my husband finally went to bed, and I didn’t waste anytime getting online. I read Conrad’s messages, and he said that he had never felt this way about someone and that the moment he got into an area that had phone and a stronger internet connection, he would call me and video chat with me so that he could tell me again. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t think I was ever going to meet up with him, but at the same time I started feeling love for him. I never heard back from Conrad after that night. 5 days went by and nothing!I was sure that he had found someone else and that I was right back to being lonely and stuck in this house. When Conrad did return my messages, he said that a huge storm had passed through the village he was in, and that all power had been knocked out, and people were really sick or had serious injuries. He explained that he had lost the majority of his equipment and all of his personal belongings. Conrad told me that he needed to get out of there and try to get back to the U.S. I was so afraid for him, that I asked how I could help. Conrad told me that it was going to cost him $5,000 to replace what he lost and get home. He promised to pay me back the day he returned. That was a lot of money, but I had a lot of love for him and thought I could trust him. I transferred the money from my and my husband’s savings into my checking, so my husband wouldn’t see the transaction details. It was a little over half of what we had in the account, but I figured that I could replace it before my husband ever noticed. I wire transferred the money to Conrad and sent him the transaction details and well wishes. I told him to call me as soon as he made it into town. a few days later, I got a call from an unknown number. The call was breaking, but I was able to discern that it was Conrad and that he was safe. I was elated. He said something about a flight to the U.S. that night and that he would call me in a day or so when he got back this way. I told him I loved him and we hung up. I never heard from Conrad again. He didn’t call me back and all of my messages went unanswered. I was terrified that something had happened, but then I noticed lots of activity on his dating profile. He changed his default pic, added a few details here and there and was always marked with having been online that day. I wrote him a long message demanding to know what was going on and when I went to click send, I found out that he had blocked me. I was sick. I had no way of getting my money back and I had been falling for him, but he had just taken the money and ran. My husband found out about the missing money that night and we got in a huge fight. He grabbed my laptop to show me the bank statement online, but my damn message log between myself and Conrad was open. I tried desperately to get my computer from him before he noted, but couldn’t I felt panicked and he just got angrier with every line he read. After a few minutes he looked at me with hate in his eyes and said, “So, this is where my f@#king money went. You idiot. I work so hard and barely get to sleep in my own bed. And here you are with everything you could need, but even that isn’t enough. I hate you. We are over….You can’t fix this!” He filed for divorce the next week. During our divorce preceding, he was awarded all of the remaining money in our account since I had taken a huge chuck and sent it to another man. My life fell apart, far worse than it was right after my injury. I moved in with my cousins and I’m currently working 2 jobs just to get by. This is hell on earth and I have never felt so alone or abandoned.